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[He's been staring and prodding at the terminal for the longest time, wanting to at least have a basic grasp of its function before fiddling too much with it, though as of right this moment, Barbossa will fully admit (privately) that he really doesn't understand it. Witchery, devilry, some sort of voodoo...He's not entirely sure, and really, given the circumstances, he doesn't really care. What matters is that he's pretty sure it's for communication. And communicate he will.

There are far more important things afoot, thanks to the letter he's tucked haphazardly into the sash around his waist, because in it, the worst is delivered. He cares not for the world, but his ship...That's enough to make his blood boil.

But none of that shows on his face - for now. He's already raged privately, before deciding it is, plainly and simply, false. Instead, he looks more than a little amused at the circumstances, as he taps thoughtfully at the screen with one long, black nail.]

So, it do seem me home managed to get itself blown apart like a dinghy hit with chain shot. Funny, that. [He doesn't believe a word of it, and it's evident in his tone, and the quirk of his mouth.] Ye'd figure there'd be a tad more warning. Trumpets. Horsemen. Jack Sparrow running away from the scene of the crime. Alas, can't say as I remember a speck of any of that.

So what be the truth of it, aye? Did our saviors rapture us from our dying homes, convinced of our purity and contriteness? Be we the lambs before the slaughter? [Hilarious.] Nay, there be more to it than that. And since it seems ye have me at a disadvantage, I'd be thankful for some...Insight.

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[He has no idea who you are, Neal, but you vaguely remind him of someone.]

Aye, and so I was thinking to meself. Yet still there be no answers. Too unwilling, mayhap, to incur their wrath. Now what do ye say to that.

[The feeling is oddly mutual.]

People know something they're not willing to say on one of these computers.

Aye, that be precisely it. Now here I do wonder. What is it they be so afraid of? As I hear it, death and resurrection be naught but an thing one can expect. And if, as they say, the worlds do be destroyed, then why worry about any of it? There be naught they'll do without fixing. Mayhap with a price, but what of it?

People are afraid of death. Even if they know they can come back. I don't want to know what sort of price might come with dying here.

Deals like that can only backfire.

They fear death because they fail to realize it be not as bad as it seems. Over quicker than ye can blink.

Aye, so that be true. But the question be, what can be learned from it. Surely there be a limit, to how many times. How many times can a soul be gathered and stuffed back in breathing meat before it flees.

Somehow I doubt that it's so quick here. I've heard there are monster roaming the floors.

Let's hope we don't find out of there's a limit, hey? I get the feeling it'd be stuck here.

Aye, that may be so. But death be not the worst, I'm afraid. Death of any sort be easier than some things.

Mayhap. And then again...It might not. There be a hole here, pieces missing. And those that have those pieces be reluctant to show what they are.

'Course they're reluctant. They're carrying a terrible burden.

[He might not have a clue about the situation but he can't blame people for keeping quiet.]

In person where the people in charge can't hear, maybe people are willing to talk. I've... I wouldn't blame them even then, if they keep quiet.

Yet what good does that do anybody in this godforsaken hellhole? Aye, seems a mite selfish.

I'm just guessing, really. I doubt it would be too hard to find out what people know. What's happened here.

Nay, I've seen how to backtrack. But there-

[He pauses. Just because you somewhat remind him of old friends doesn't mean you are one. And those two, as far as he knows, are now dead and gone to the Locker.]

There's a story under a story. Ye can see it, but can't read it plainly. That be all.

It's just a matter of finding out what it is, that's all.

Exactly. [Which is what he's getting at.]

I don't suppose you'd want to help me get some answers would you?

[Because if there's one thing that would anger his father, it's siding with a pirate.]

Well, that do depend. I'm sure there be many of us looking for just those same answers, all holding a piece. [And he has a piece he can't share.]

We all have our secrets to keep.

So we do.

What, exactly, is it you're proposing.

We do our own research. Who knows what secrets have yet to be discovered. What pieces are missing.

All I ask is you don't ask me about my past. I won't ask about yours.

Well, that be a good thing, as I had no intention of telling ye anything.

Fair enough.

I'd expect nothing less.

[You'd better be looking for loopholes in that. Because he will find them. and he will use them.]

Then I suggest we get started, eh?

[Oh, he will. A pirate is a pirate.]

Agreed.

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